What Seest Thou? Poem by Harley White

What seest thou, T Tauri star from time's abysm where you are? What seest thou from outer space of our unvalued place of grace, so seeming near and yet so far? Your backward dark may look bizarre remote from tinctures of Renoir, in stellar fluctuant embrace what seest thou? Perhaps you'll grow like Sun's memoir before you bid your au revoir; meantime, ‘midst marvels we would chase, your triple system's special case might furnish facts that raise the bar, what seest thou?